My baby turns three this week. Yes, I'm talking about my cat. I got Jack when I moved to my apartment on Fenway in Boston. My friend Steph and I went to Angell Memorial/SPCA. Jack was a little munchkin all of 5 months old. He had been rescued along with his brother and sister. He was the first one and only one I held. He looked up at me with those big eyes and I knew he was the one. He has not wanted for anything since I brought him home that evening. He may have been a rescue, but he now lives a life of leisure with all the toys, food, and catnip a cat could want. Jack can be sweet too - when he wants to be. He greets me at the door every night and lets me cuddle with him for about two minutes. I can't believe I've had him for 2 and a half years already.Happy Birthday!
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